Date: Fri, 08 Apr 2005 10:33:59 +0000
From: Tammy Lismore
Subject: My Little Sister - Chapter 8
An eighth chapter - at last.
Firstly, apologies to those of you who were not so wildly enthusiastic about
Chapter 7 - it did tend to split readers into two opposing camps; those who
were turned off by any male activity, and those who loved it as a natural
progression to what had gone before. Whichever camp you fell into, I don't
think the sisters' father will be involved again for a while - I didn't find
it easy to write!
I've had great difficulty in finding the time to continue the story, but
I've had so many requests to do so that I've eventually written a further
chapter. Apologies for the delay. I kept trying to start but not getting
anywhere. Then, when I did eventually get going, the story took on a mind
of it's own and almost wrote itself. But it wasn't in the direction that
I'd planned to go at all! Many people had requested the return of Vikki,
who of course we always expected to feature again at some stage, and I had
intended that she would reappear this time - but it was not to be. Maybe in
the next chapter - whenever that might be! Many people have also requested
more involvement of their marvellous mother - again, not this time I'm
afraid, but maybe next.
I hope you all enjoy it anyway and, as always, I welcome all comments,
suggestions, and yes, even criticisms. Please send to:
Tammikinz@hotmail.com
Happy reading!
Tammy Lismore.
April 2005
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Chapter 8 - Back to normal? Maybe not quite!
That weekend had been a watershed in the lives of both Abi and myself. The
week before, we had both been relatively na´ve sisters, unaware of the
other's sexuality, and largely unaware of our own. We'd been aware our
parents still enjoyed an active sex life but had no idea just how
enthusiastic our mother was, or quite how broadminded! But now our
new-found pleasures were rarely far from our minds. Throughout the
following week, I would frequently find my mind wandering during lessons to
the experiences of the weekend, and particularly to the intimacy that Abi
and I had achieved. It gave me a lovely warm feeling whenever I re-played
the events over in my mind.
Over the next few days, things returned to normal - almost. Mum and Dad
didn't mention the episode on the Sunday night, but nor did they seem
particularly embarrassed by it. Mum had given us a knowing smile at
breakfast on the Monday morning and we knew she was happy that we'd been
there. But Abi and I couldn't get enough of each other! Every night she
would either slip into my bed, or I would slip into hers. We often returned
to our own later as neither of us were very good at sleeping all night with
the two of us in a single bed. But we loved it immensely. We seemed
permanently besotted, both with each other, and with sex. And it seemed
just as good every night!
And not only at night either. I seemed to now have an endless appetite for
sex so that when my mind strayed in that direction at school, as it seemed
to do all too frequently, I would often find myself gently teasing my easily
aroused body without having realised quite what I was doing. It happened
most during the boring lessons when we were just sitting there listening to
the teacher droning on and were expected to be taking notes. Then my mind
would soon slip back to remember one of my sessions with Abi or the fun on
the beach at the weekend and, seemingly in no time at all, I would feel that
familiar tingling in my boobs as they tightened up, the nips stiffening
inside my tight school bra. And the more I became aware of it, the more I
found I couldn't ignore it. And so, before I knew it, I would be
surreptitiously giving my poor squashed nips a friendly rub or a little
squeeze whenever I got a chance.
Usually, something would happen that would take my mind of it before things
went too far - the teacher looking for some sort of class involvement, or
one of the other girls doing something which distracted me - but not every
time! The history lesson on the Tuesday afternoon was the first time it
happened. Miss Durham was not the most inspiring of teachers, and I was
soon in a fine state of arousal as she droned on. It didn't help that she
was actually quite attractive, in a weird sort of way. I hadn't really
noticed before but she was younger than most teachers - probably in her late
twenties - with a fairly full figure. She sometimes took us for gym as
well, so I knew that she was in quite good shape. As I gave my left nip yet
another quick squeeze, I thought how good her boobs looked, firm and
outthrust under a quite tight T-shirt. I could just make out the line of
her bra through the material and strained to see if I could see the bump of
her nipples, but couldn't really see anything.
Her moves back and forth in front of the board meant that she kept turning,
showing me first the front of them and then the side view. And as she
reached up to write on the board, they would move up and down with her arm,
subtly changing shape as they did. I envied her those gorgeous mounds. My
right nip tingled fiercely and I reached to give it another rub and a
squeeze. Gorgeous! That felt so good. I glanced down and could see them
both now, firmly pressing out against my bra, struggling to break free.
Poor things. How I longed to let them out! Everyone else seemed to be
diligently taking notes - or at least pretending to. I really had to rub my
left one now - I just couldn't stand it any more. I slid my right hand up
over my school shirt, pausing as it moved over the swell of my boob, feeling
the hardness of my nip beneath, pressing, rubbing, then quickly squeezing
before moving on. Mmmm, gorgeous.
I felt flushed now and really wanted more. My eyes were fixed on Miss
Durham and I found myself trying to imagine what she would look like if she
stripped her T-shirt off. And then, how it would be if she undid her bra.
I imagined those juicy mounds springing free as she removed it. I imagined
her nipples swelling up like mine had done, big and juicy, bouncing up and
down as she moved. And as my mind got carried away on this fantasy, my body
responded even further, and I felt my pussy starting to tingle fiercely as
well and knew that I just had to look after it. I sat up more closely to my
desk so that no one could see and let my right hand slip down to my thigh,
then cautiously back up under my school skirt. I found myself holding my
breath scared that everyone would hear me. Then my fingers reached my
knickers - my white school regulation knickers - and I could feel the hot
dampness immediately. I pressed against my pussy. Oh how lovely that felt!
Just the steady pressure was marvellous. My glazed eyes followed Miss
Durham as she moved, my cheeks warm and flushed. And with my left hand, I
gave my boobs yet another little rub to keep them happy. And just at that
very moment, Miss Durham's eyes swept across the classroom. As they reached
me, I was convinced that they paused. They seemed to stop, to glance down
at my boobs and the quick movement of my hand away from them, to move back
up to my face, and then to very briefly look straight into my eyes, before
moving swiftly on.
I knew that she would have been able to see my nips outlined against my
shirt and felt excited and scared at the same time. But my pussy tingled
more fiercely and I knew that the excitement was winning. I eased the
gusset of my knickers to one side and slipped my fingers into my pussy. Oh
what joy! I was really hot and wet in there now and the feel of my fingers
sliding in was absolute heaven. My whole body was feeling overheated and I
so longed to throw of all those silly clothes. I imagined sitting there
naked, Miss Durham watching as I masturbated. My face burned as the fire
raged inside me. I kept my eyes on her, scared that she would look at me
again. And it wasn't long before she did! Again she scanned the class, and
again her eyes seemed to pause at me. I was obviously imagining it but it
still both scared and excited me. I even imagined this time the tiniest
hint of a smile on her lips as her eyes quickly moved on. I pressed my
fingers eagerly up inside my pussy, squeezing my thighs hard together to
increase the exquisite pressure.
And as I began to wonder how I could control my growing arousal, I continued
to dream of Miss Durham's gorgeous boobs being exposed. I couldn't help
myself trying to imagine what her nips were like, lying dormant inside that
sexy bra - well, it seemed sexy to me anyway. And as I studied them, I was
convinced I could just make out the shape of her nips now. The excitement
was obviously fuelling my fantasies, almost bringing them to life. My body
was aching for release now, my nips agonisingly tight, my pussy tingly
wildly, and I was having great trouble keeping still. My left hand was
making more frequent trips to satisfy my boobs with less and less concern
for who might see. And then, again Miss Durham scanned the class - this
time seemingly focussing almost immediately on me, pausing what seemed an
unreasonably long time, before moving on with that enigmatic smile and what
seemed like a real twinkle in her eyes.
Her proud boobs jutted forth as she turned towards the board again, and now
I was convinced I could see the clear outline of her nipples beneath. It
was too much for me and as I pressed my fingers hard up inside me, a
glorious orgasm washed over me and I struggled to control my shaking body,
desperately grabbing a tissue and holding it to my mouth in a valiant effort
to suppress the groan of pleasure that followed. And of course, as I did,
she looked at me again. There was no scanning the classroom this time. As
she turned back from the board, her eyes moved straight to me and I felt
naked under her gaze, convinced that she knew exactly what was happening.
Even though she managed to keep talking to the class, her eyes paused long
enough to make contact with mine and I suspect, to take in exactly what was
going on. I felt mortified, yet she didn't look cross, or upset. Indeed,
that little smile played on her lips again. And she didn't say anything to
me. The lesson moved inexorably onwards as I gradually returned to earth
after my brief trip to heaven!
Eventually, my sweating body cooled down, my nips relaxed again and I even
started listening to a bit of the lesson. I kept an eye on Miss Durham's
boobs for a while though, just to check that her nips really had become more
visible and I was convinced of it. Although they'd been quite clearly
outlined by the time I'd come, by the end of the lesson they were quite
invisible again. The implications were obvious - and amazing! It seemed to
me that not only had she noticed what I was doing, not only did she not
mind, but she was positively turned on by it! I didn't have any idea what
to do with this knowledge but it did excite me.
At the end of the lesson, I shyly kept my eyes away from her as we filed out
of the classroom - but as I walked past her, she quietly said:
"Could I have a quick word with you please Liz?"
I looked up at her, trembling, but she smiled at me and I immediately felt
less nervous. "Yes, Miss Durham" I answered.
She stood beside me at the front of the classroom until everyone else had
filed out and then she turned to me, her eyes bright and lively and said
"Well Liz, I'm not sure that you were fully concentrating on what I was
saying for all of that lesson! Am I mistaken?"
This was weird. She should have been cross with me. She should have been
adopting her "severe" tone. But she wasn't at all. She seemed to be unable
to suppress a grin as she said it. And I'm sure her eyes scanned down my
body and back up again as she spoke as well. I didn't really know how to
react. I thought of my recent orgasm and of watching her apparent interest
and a shiver of excitement ran through me again - but I was still nervous of
her. I suddenly realised she was waiting for an answer.
"Err, well, I think I may have missed just a little bit" I replied,
hesitantly.
She chuckled. "Well, it looked to me like rather more than 'a little bit'!
It looked to me like you missed quite a lot! And it looked to me like you
were enjoying yourself far too much for a history lesson as well!!". She
chuckled again, "It's OK, Liz" she went on looking at my worried face, "I'm
not going to punish you. You rather livened up the lesson for me too. It's
not every day I see someone doing that in one of my lessons. I'm quite
surprised that you didn't disturb the rest of the class!"
"I'm sorry, Miss" I said, "I didn't mean to do much at all really but I sort
of got carried away".
"Yes, I rather thought you did" she chuckled, "and you seemed to be looking
at me an awful lot too. I hope you weren't fantasising about me at all!"
She was still smiling, almost as though she was really enjoying this little
exchange, but I went bright red when she said that. It was like she had
seen right through me. I felt myself blushing but couldn't do anything
about it, and I couldn't really answer either. I felt all tongue-tied.
Her eyes seemed to soften as she looked at me and she suddenly, tenderly,
reached out and gently pushed back a strand of hair from my eyes. It was a
touching gesture. "You're a pretty little thing you know, but it wouldn't
do for you to get behind with your lessons. I think maybe I'd better give
you a little extra tuition to make up for your lapse in attention. Do you
think that would be a good idea?"
I suddenly felt a surge of affection for her. And I felt sure that she was
interested in more than just tuition - well, more than just history tuition
anyway! I let my gaze drop from her face briefly and found my eyes
alighting on her lovely bust. There, just a few feet from my eyes were
those gorgeous boobs which I had fantasised about so recently and there was
the outline of her nips clearly showing again! Embarrassed, I quickly
looked back up at her. Suddenly, a little private tuition seemed like quite
an exciting idea! "Yes, Miss, thank you. I think it would".
And as I watched, she almost absentmindedly reached up and brushed an
imaginary bit of fluff off her T-shirt, dusting right across her right boob.
"OK then" she continued, "Come to my office after school finishes tomorrow
afternoon and we'll see what we can do. Is that OK with you?"
"Yes, Miss, that would be fine" I answered, almost too enthusiastically now.
I couldn't get the planned meeting out of my mind for the rest of the day.
Or that evening, or the next day for that matter. I couldn't resist telling
Abi about it as we lay snuggled up together in bed that night. She found it
very arousing and insisted on me recounting every little detail. By the
time I'd finished, we were both very turned on and had soon brought each
other to lovely climaxes.
By the time classes finished the next afternoon, I was feeling very excited
and nervous again. I made my way to Miss Durham's office, down a long
corridor, some distance from the main classrooms, with other teachers'
offices all around. I tentatively knocked on her door.
There was a clear call of "Come in" so I opened it and stepped inside. It
was small and cosy, with a carpet, desk, small settee, pictures, a few other
odd bits of furniture, and bright windows looking out over the playing
fields. She was sitting behind her desk as I entered but got up to greet
me. Her face broke into a broad smile as she saw me and she said, "Ah Liz.
So glad you could come. Hold on a minute, let me lock this door - we don't
want to be disturbed do we!"
I mumbled something in agreement, still a bit embarrassed about the whole
thing.
"Now, come and sit beside me over here and we can talk" and she gestured to
the small settee near the desk. She led the way and patted the seat beside
her, encouraging me to sit down. She was wearing similar clothes to
yesterday - a fitted T-shirt and fairly modest length skirt - and I noticed
her legs for the first time as she sat down and the skirt rode up slightly.
She wasn't wearing any tights - which I was sure she normally did - so
exposing fairly well tanned muscular thighs. Neither was I of course, but
that was because we never did during the summer term.
I sat down nervously and looked at her. "Well, we're here to catch up on
what you missed in your history lesson yesterday, aren't we. Perhaps it
would help if we started with you explaining exactly what happened".
My mouth dropped open slightly as I realised what she had said. "What, you
mean explain actually what I did?" I asked, surprised.
"Well yes, that's what I meant. Does it embarrass you? I guess it probably
does. Still, it would help me understand where we should start from, and
I'd be very interested to hear if you don't mind telling me. So let me help
you get going. When did your mind first start to wander?"
I explained roughly what part of the lesson it was when I started to get
bored and my mind drifted off to my previous session with Abi.
"And what was it that you started thinking about?" she continued, smiling
encouragingly.
"Mmm, err, I'm not sure I can say" I stammered.
She smiled understandingly. "OK, I understand. Maybe later. Well, how did
it affect you then?"
And so, she gradually got me to explain the gradual build up of my
excitement and how I'd moved from the occasional rub of my boobs to
eventually properly bringing myself off with my fingers in my pussy. I
could see that she found it exciting to listen to my account from her
expressions and comments. And then she went on, "And how did I come into
your fantasies then?"
I started to blush again and she tried to relax me, "It's OK. I'm not
annoyed, I'm flattered. Please tell me about it - I'd love to know"
And so I explained about how I'd fantasised about her boobs, about her
stripping off everything and what they would look like, about how I imagined
her nipples would look, etc.
She grinned cheekily at me and I realised that those very same boobs were
now only inches from me. I felt flushed again and couldn't help glancing at
them. This time, there was no doubt - I could clearly see the hard bumps of
her nipples pressing out through her bra and T-shirt.
"Well, what do you think now that you can see them close-up?" she asked
softly, that little smile playing on her lips still.
Suddenly there seemed to be a sexually charged atmosphere in the room. My
mouth felt dry and I could hardly speak, but my body was responding. I
sensed my own boobs tightening with tension and although I was really
nervous, I knew I wanted more. I seemed to croak when I tried to reply, but
just managed to whisper, "I think they're beautiful!" as I looked at them
again.
"Would you like to feel them?" she said, "they're beginning to ache for
attention - just like yours were in the lesson yesterday."
I longed to touch them, but hesitated. I moved my hand slightly and
stopped. This was my teacher. This was Miss Durham. She was inviting me
to feel her boobs. It felt unreal. "I d-don't know, Miss Durham" I
stammered.
"Please" she said, "Don't call me Miss Durham here. My name's Rosemary;
Rosie for short - why don't you call me that. It's much more friendly don't
you think. Now go ahead - I know you want to".
"OK..... R-Rosie" I said, forcing myself to use her first name, "You're
right, I w-would like to - it just feels so weird".
"Here, let me help then" and she reached forward and gently took my hand in
hers, lifted it up, and placed it on her left boob. "There, how does that
feel?"
My face burned with embarrassment, but I couldn't resist moving my hand
around, feeling the lovely firm rounded shape. As I ran my fingers over the
bump of her nipple, I could feel the outline clearly. I traced the shape
beneath my fingers, marvelling at the firm springiness of it. A small sigh
escaped Rosie's lips and I glanced up at her face. Her eyes were closed and
a look of pleasure had spread across her features. I felt bolder and lifted
my other hand to her right boob, now feeling the shape of them both a little
more confidently. I deliberately ran my fingers back and forth across the
hard compressed bump of her nipples a few times and she let out little
murmurs of approval.
"Mmm, you've a lovely touch Abi. I'm not surprised you got yourself so
excited in my class!" and she chuckled to herself. "But what about the
rest of your fantasy? Would you like to see how accurate your imagination
was?!"
I was beginning to feel very turned on and this time barely hesitated, "Oh,
yes please! May I really? I'd love to".
She chuckled, "Mmm, I thought maybe you would. Here, let's get this off
shall we" and she reached down, gripped the bottom of her T-shirt, and
lifted it straight up, peeling it over her head. Beneath was just a well
structured white lacy bra with the mounds of her boobs sitting succulently
in each of the cups, the bare skin of her shoulders and stomach a healthy
looking light tan. Without thinking, I licked my lips as she reached behind
to unhook the bra. I couldn't believe what was happening but I knew I was
enjoying it now and a surge of excitement run through me as I anticipated
seeing her bra come off.
And then she'd peeled it off and her gorgeous boobs sprang forward in all
their glory. They were almost as tanned as the rest of her and jutted
forward gorgeously, almost begging to be stroked. They were as big as my
Mum's, but sagged very little. Rosie gave them a quick rub, particularly
teasing out her nipples which had been squashed in by the bra. "There we
are my lovelies - you don't like being all squashed up in there much do
you!"
I couldn't help giggling slightly at her talking to them - but I looked
eagerly at them at the same time. They were gorgeous - even better than my
fantasy. I longed to feel them again but I was still quite nervous of the
situation. I glanced across at the window, half wondering if someone might
look in - but of course we were on the first floor so there wasn't really
any risk!
She smiled again at me, "Well, what do you think? Are they like you
imagined?"
"They're lovely" I said, "Even better than I imagined!"
"Well, go on then. I'm longing to feel those delicate fingers of yours on
them again - and I'm sure you'd like to feel them wouldn't you?"
"Yes please" I stammered again, finding it almost unbelievable that I was
being allowed, even encouraged, to make my dream come true.
I reached forward with my right hand and softly ran my fingers over the
curve of her left boob. It was warm, smooth and soft. I warmed to the task
and ran my fingers round it, then cupping it in my hand and feeling the
weight of it. It was so different to mine, or even my Mum's - and of
course, totally unlike Abi's little bumps Then I moved on to the nipple,
beautifully firm and outthrust now. Rosie let out a deep sigh of pleasure
as I stroked it, rolling it between my thumb and fingers, rubbing my palm
back and forth over it.
"Oh, you little angel, Liz" she murmured, "Please do the other one too"
I didn't hesitate to reach up with my other hand and give the right one the
same treatment. I was I heaven. I was feeling the bare breasts of my sexy
history teacher and I could tell I was really turning her on. I felt
excitement surging through me and felt my own little boobs tightening and
starting to tingle. Rosie reached up and stroked my hair affectionately. I
found myself gradually leaning further towards her and as I did, she
gradually leaned back herself until she was half reclining against the end
of the settee. Her hand was behind my head, gently encouraging me to follow
her. I didn't resist and I suddenly found myself tipping forward on to her,
my head coming to rest on her lovely bosom.
Instinctively, with barely a pause, I nuzzled up to her breast and took her
left nipple into my mouth, sucking eagerly on it. Rosie moaned more
positively, caressing the back of my head.
"Oh, yes, Liz - that is so beautiful"
I could hear her breathing a bit more heavily now, right next to my ear. I
nibbled the gorgeous nipple and let my free hand caress the other breast, in
absolute heaven myself. I felt her hand slide from my head down my back,
softly stroking it. I longed to take some clothes off like her, but I
didn't want to break away - I was so enjoying it. Her hand slipped under
the bottom of my shirt, sliding up and gently caressing the bare skin of my
lower back. I shivered with excitement, now aware that my pussy was
beginning to tingle as well. I could see out of the corner of my eye that
her skirt had ridden right up. Her long muscular tanned thighs were almost
totally exposed. I really had gone to heaven!
"Let's stretch out and make ourselves more comfortable" she whispered, and
eased her legs up on to the settee so that she was stretched out on it. I
shuffled around slightly and found myself lying on top of her, one thigh
between hers and one of hers between mine.
She tousled my hair with her free hand saying, "You gorgeous sweet little
thing. I knew I wanted you the moment I saw what you were doing in my
class. Such enthusiasm for sex. And such a cheek!"
And as I nibbled her nipple with renewed enthusiasm, she went on "Oh yes,
perfect! Just perfect" and the hand on my back slid down and over my rucked
up skirt to rest on my bare thigh. I shivered as her fingers moved over the
sensitive skin, soon sliding up the back of my thigh and over my backside,
gently caressing it over my knickers. I found myself pressing down on her
thigh, my pussy now definitely warming up. Soon I felt her fingers slide
under the waistband of my knickers and they were on my bare skin, moving all
over my backside, exploring everywhere.
"Oh what a cute little arse you've got, my pretty little thing" she
murmured. "Here, move up a little. I want to kiss your sweet lips".
I lifted my head from her succulent boobs and shuffled up slightly so that
my lips could reach hers. Her face was hot and flushed now, just like mine
felt, a light sheen of sweat on it. Her eyes were bright and shining, her
whole face oozing enjoyment. Her full lips parted slightly, looking moist
and inviting, her white teeth just gleaming through. I suddenly wanted to
kiss her too. I smiled happily and lowered my head so that our lips met.
It was amazingly erotic. She kept one hand on my backside but she brought
the other round to caress the back of my head and hold me down to her. Our
tongues quickly meshed with each other, hers hot and eager, exploring my
mouth. I responded enthusiastically, passion surging through my body now.
Our bodies writhed against each other, her thigh agitating my pussy and I
could feel her arching hers up against my thigh in return. My still covered
boobs were pressed against her bare ones now, hot and eager for attention.
"You've got too many clothes on sweet thing" she breathed, breaking away
briefly from our kiss after a while, "I want to feel you against me. Let me
help slip them off you" and I her hands were quickly moving to undo my shirt
and slip it off me, moving on without pause to unclip my bra. I helped her
slip it over my arms, welcoming the release of my poor constricted nips.
"Let's roll over sweetie, I want to have a look at you" she went on, and
rolled out from under me and round so that we'd reversed places with her on
top and me below. I looked up in awe at her magnificent boobs as she arched
up above me looking down. I felt briefly shy under her gaze but she soon
put me at ease.
"Oh yes!" she sighed, "they are so beautiful. What utterly cute little
boobs and look at those nipples. Wow, they certainly look awake! No wonder
I could see them so clearly in class yesterday! But it's not just your
boobs, I love all of you. Come on - let's get this skirt and knickers off.
I can't wait to see the rest of you."
I happily helped as she moved back to undo my skirt and slip it down. I
could sense my knickers were getting damp now and she moved quickly on to
them and peeled them off.
"Oh Liz, yes! You are absolutely delectable!" she almost groaned, looking
up and down me hungrily. "Isn't that just the sweetest little pussy, and
look at that little fuzz of hair - so soft, so delicate. I just have to have
a quick taste". And so saying, she leaned down and softly kissed my pussy,
firstly just above it on my little bit of hair, then down on to the
sensitive lips. A shudder ran through me. Then she was very gently licking
between my lips, like a cat lapping at milk. I moaned with pleasure and
arched up instinctively towards her.
Rosie chuckled into my pussy, sending delicious tremors through it, then
raised her head slightly and said, "Mmm, I thought you might like that. But
somehow I get the impression maybe I'm not the first person to have done
that to you. You must tell me more sometime, you little vixen you! But now
I need to return the favour and have a suck on those sweet little titties of
yours. Those nips look too good to miss. Lets just get this skirt of mine
out of the way first".
I watched, still trembling from her attentions, as she quickly undid her
skirt and slipped it off. She was wearing brief tight black knickers
underneath, clinging to her ample hips.
"And of course these" she went on, moving to the knickers, and soon she was
peeling them down her solid thighs. I gasped slightly as a triangle of
luxuriant dark brown hair came into view. It was thick and bushy, but quite
silky looking, and beneath it, the hair looked as though it had been trimmed
back because I could clearly see a pair of very succulent red lips,
glistening with moisture.
"There, that's better" she went on. "Now we can enjoy each other without
anything getting in the way".
And with that, she leaned down again, gave my pussy another quick lick, and
then, very gradually, started running her tongue up my body - over my fuzz
of hair to my navel, probing that with her tongue and making me squirm with
pleasure, then on over my tummy and up my chest to my little boobs. I
wrapped my arms round her, loving the feel of that firm solid body above me,
and running my hands over her smooth back. She kissed and licked all over
my left boob, just avoiding the nipple, then moved to my right one and did
the same. My nips were bursting, aching for her touch and still she avoided
them. I moaned and squirmed about, trying to get her lips on one or the
other, running my hands up and down her back at the same time. She chuckled
and toyed a bit more with them.
"Oh yes my little sweetie, they are so exquisite. And doubly so because
they just love a bit of attention don't they. I can imagine how they were
in that class, bursting to get out, lapping up every little touch that you
managed to give them. Mmm... but I can't resist those yummy nipples any
longer. Come on my beauties" and at last her lips alighted on my left nip.
I groaned with pleasure as she sucked and ran her tongue back and forth over
it before gently grazing her teeth up and down. I cried out as fire coursed
through me, my whole boob feeling like it had swelled up, the nipple loving
every second of it. Just as the pleasure was almost too much to bear, she
moved her mouth across to the other and brought her hand up to keep teasing
the one that she'd been working on. I arched beneath her, my body now alive
with arousal, my pussy aching for attention too.
And as I arched instinctively upwards, my pussy met the solid firm warmth of
her hip. It felt great and I pushed eagerly against it, my hands reaching
down her back and holding her to me as best I could. And then she was
pushing back down against me and I felt the heat of her pussy meeting my
knee. I could sense the soft furry mat of her pubic hair against my skin
and then the hot dampness of her pussy lips as they bore down on it,
pressing eagerly. I bent my leg slightly, pushing my knee up into her. Her
pussy pressed urgently back down, her strength and weight flattening my leg
beneath it, pushing it into the softness of the settee. As she continued to
lavish attention on my boobs, her breathing was becoming ragged and at last
she tore her lips away and moved back up to kiss me so that now her whole
body pressed down against mine, crushing me beneath her. I could feel the
bulk of her boobs flattening against mine, the nipples hard and eager. And
her thigh moved up between mine so that now my pussy was pressing into the
warm solid muscle of it and her own pussy was now pressing firmly higher up
my thigh.
She ground herself into me, her passion rising as mine was. Our lips fused
again, our tongues briefly doing battle - but our breathing was now too
fierce to kiss. We broke apart, gasping, both of us now thrusting at each
other, grinding our breasts against each other, thrusting our pussies at
each other, firing each other more and more. I felt overwhelmed. She was
so vigorous, so wild now - and her strength and weight were so much greater
than mine. Her body thrust down at me, threatening to crush the air from my
lungs, the flimsy settee creaking and rocking under the onslaught. My hands
were on her backside, amazed at the feel of it - the muscles under the large
rounded cheeks rippling as she pressed against me. I dug my nails into
them, trying to have some impact on the awesome power of her.
She grunted approval, panting "Oh God, go it girl. Oh you gorgeous little
thing! Oh my God, yessss!"
I could sense her climax approaching as she thrust more and more wildly
against me and her passion carried me away totally. My body was on fire,
every contact of her solid thigh against my pussy driving me towards the
edge, every movement of her swollen breasts against my eager nipples sending
ripples through me. I found myself gasping for air, little moans and cries
of excitement bursting from my mouth. And then I knew she was coming. Her
superb body shook uncontrollably as she shuddered with ecstasy and
desperately tried to suppress her cries of pleasure. The whole experience
was out of this world for me and I felt my own climax burst over me.
It was so different to anything I'd done with Abi. The awesome power of
Rosie carried me along with it. With Abi, I was the older one, and
therefore tended to take the lead. Her sweet body was tiny compared with
Rosie's and so undeveloped. But they were both gorgeous!
As Rosie shook and shuddered, grinding herself against me, anxious to
extract the last ounce of pleasure from the moment, I went into spasms
beneath her, fire surging through me as I also tried in vain to suppress my
groans.
It was a while before we both stopped shaking. I felt incredibly hot and
sweaty with Rosie still on top of me, but utterly relaxed. I'd so come to
love this feeling over the last few days and it felt as great as ever. I
knew I had a smile etched into my features as I looked up at her. She gazed
back down at me, a broad smile on her face too.
"Well my little minx, how did you like your 'special tuition'?!" she
chuckled, kissing me softly on the forehead and tenderly brushing the hair
from my eyes.
"It was great, Miss D.., sorry, Rosie" I replied, "but I'm not sure if I've
quite learnt everything yet!"
She rolled to the side of me, taking the weight off my poor crushed body,
and laughed happily, "Well, to be honest, you seem to me to have a pretty
good understanding already - but I guess a bit more 'tuition' might be
useful all the same! We'll have to very careful though you know - this has
to be our little secret".
"I know" I said, "Don't worry, I wouldn't dream of telling anyone - well
no-one except my sister anyway - and she'd never mention it to anyone else".
A look of concern flashed across her face, "Well, I think it might be best
not to mention it to her even".
And so, lying there side by side, naked, I found myself explaining about
myself and Abi. Rosie listened open-mouthed, but didn't seem at all
shocked. In fact, she seemed simply to find it all quite exciting,
prompting for more and more salacious details. Of course, eventually she
agreed that I could tell Abi, but begged me to impress on her not to mention
it to another soul.
Eventually, we parted - with Rosie promising to arrange another 'tuition
session' as soon as she could. I made my way home, no more knowledgeable
about history, but a little bit more experienced in other things, and eager
to tell Abi everything that had happened. And, of course, with a lovely
warm satisfied feeling inside.......